Han nods. He's been medicated, but he still feels some pain through the haze of the analgesics they gave him. No doubt that Han's wrist would hold him back if a big fight was coming this way. Plus, that little Starfleet twerp came at him like a frenzied mynock, and it was exhausting to fight him off (and then drag him around). He's tired.

"I appreciate the offer to escort, but if you need to stay, I understand." He says finally. "Be that as it may, I'll make sure I'm careful on the way back to the ship."